Umma Do Me
[Chorus]
This that cocaine music, homie, don't you confuse it
Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I be in the hood
With nothing but OG
OG, OG, nothing but OG
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
[Verse]
I'm a real G, no bandana
Don't play with my life, [?] like [?]
I'ma give your ass something that you can't handle
Moved from the M, up to Atlanta
Everywhere I go, I rep my city
Everywhere I'm at, them goons be with me
[?] chain, like it going insane
I'ma leave your ass right there, looking [?]
Murder one, third degree
And ain't nobody gon' testify
'Cause all my n***as gon' stay in line
And [?] die
.Y.O. G.O.T.T.I
[?] hundred thousand to get me high
As I'm blowing on the kush pack, rolling on the X pill
[?] couple thousand to get me by
Motherfuck the laws, I'm strapped right now
Weak ass n***as, need to free T.I
These bitch ass n***as, keep snitching on a n***a
'Cause these pussy ass n***as keep letting them slide
You a hip-hop cop, or a hip-hop head?
Let a street n***a get some hip-hop bread
For I end up in the feds, or end up dead
I'm the king of the streets, bitch, I know what I said
[Chorus]
This that cocaine music, homie, don't you confuse it
Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I be in the hood
With nothing but OG
OG, OG, nothing but OG
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
This that cocaine music, homie, don't you confuse it
Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I be in the hood
With nothing but OG
OG, OG, nothing but OG
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
[Verse]
I'm a real G, no bandana
Don't play with my life, [?] like [?]
I'ma give your ass something that you can't handle
Moved from the M, up to Atlanta
Everywhere I go, I rep my city
Everywhere I'm at, them goons be with me
[?] chain, like it going insane
I'ma leave your ass right there, looking [?]
Murder one, third degree
And ain't nobody gon' testify
'Cause all my n***as gon' stay in line
And [?] die
.Y.O. G.O.T.T.I
[?] hundred thousand to get me high
As I'm blowing on the kush pack, rolling on the X pill
[?] couple thousand to get me by
Motherfuck the laws, I'm strapped right now
Weak ass n***as, need to free T.I
These bitch ass n***as, keep snitching on a n***a
'Cause these pussy ass n***as keep letting them slide
You a hip-hop cop, or a hip-hop head?
Let a street n***a get some hip-hop bread
For I end up in the feds, or end up dead
I'm the king of the streets, bitch, I know what I said
[Chorus]
This that cocaine music, homie, don't you confuse it
Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I be in the hood
With nothing but OG
OG, OG, nothing but OG
I'ma do me
I'ma do me